What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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He was about to take off.

Ian grabbed his belt and pulled it off.

Superman skillfully discarded his belt, demonstrating the composure and decisiveness of the older generation of heroes.

"No, Dad, you're going to help with the disaster relief, why did you take Mom with you?" Ian saw Louise in the yard jump into Clark's arms and then be lifted up by Clark.

“Because I have a dad too, so I need to take care of my dad, yes, that’s it… Ian, it’s time for you to stand up for yourself. Oh, by the way, your older brother is acting strange, be careful.” Louise showed her maternal love, then urged Clark to run quickly. Ian was left alone.

The lonely boy swallowed hard as he stared at his restored house.

That doesn't seem like home.

Instead, it was a gaping maw of an abyss that could devour him at any moment. Perhaps Mom didn't think it was particularly dangerous inside, but what did Mom and Dad know?

Lucifer's mother, she's a mortal, she's a truly absurd goddess. Approaching step by step, facing the house reshaped by Lucifer, Ian's throat tightened.

He took a deep breath and carefully pushed the door open.

The living room was brightly lit and filled with a fragrant aroma.

The dining table is set with tableware for five people, and the crystal chandelier casts a warm glow.

in the living room.

Jonathan, dressed in a bespoke suit, was elegantly pouring red tea for Charlotte Richards. The straight man who usually wore his T-shirt inside out was now exuding a gentlemanly aura in every gesture.

That's not his brother, that's God, dressed up as his brother.

Yes, the "big brother" before them was not human at all, but the supreme being who created countless universes and then destroyed them with his own hands. At this moment, he was using Jonathan's body to fawn over the Goddess of Creation, serving her tea and water, behaving in an unbelievably humble manner.

The old man's soul was still there, and very peacefully, as if he had only lent his body—God must have paid a fee for the skin, and Ian guessed it must have been for a considerable benefit.

“Miss Charlotte, you are radiant, like a rose in the morning light.” God spoke extravagant praise through Jonathan’s face, his tone as if reciting poetry.

"Oh my, you must be Ian's older brother! You're so good with words!" Charlotte laughed heartily, then stood up. "I'll go check on Ian's room."

"He must have been very cute as a child, right?"

Charlotte Richards said, then went straight upstairs. She didn't know if she genuinely couldn't recognize God in disguise, or if God was mentally twisted and enjoyed role-playing games.

Ian knows.

This seemingly ordinary dinner might be destined to become anything but ordinary. Meanwhile, within the system, the rebuilding of the Warhammer universe continues, but Ian still wants to check on his most useful accessory.

[Warhammer Universe Repair Progress: 15%]

God created the world in seven days; the system is currently spending seven days repairing the destroyed world.

There was no need for Ian to round up this progress. He hid behind his own doorpost and looked at his older brother Jonathan with a more assertive gaze.

Jonathan spotted Ian, but merely shrugged and followed Charlotte Richards upstairs, where he then discovered that Charlotte Richards was engaging in some kind of confusing maneuver.

"What are you doing?"

Jonathan was completely bewildered.

I saw.

Charlotte Richards was rolling around and rubbing against Ian's bedroom like crazy. When she looked up at Jonathan, she was still holding Ian's dinosaur toy from when he was a child.

"I just watched 'Animal World,' and those animals mark their territory with their body odor when courting." The goddess of creation, Charlotte Richards, was wearing a deep blue dress adorned with starlight today, and was currently engaging in a perplexing act, tucking Ian's long-overdue dinosaur toy under her arm.

She really knew very little about human affairs; she basically learned everything on the spot.

"Oh, right, Jonathan, what kind of pillow does Ian like when he sleeps? Does he have any preferences regarding the material and appearance of the fabric I'm wearing?" The Goddess of Creation lifted Ian's blankets, as if she were considering whether she could ambush Ian while hiding inside at night.

"..."

Jonathan's expression froze completely, his eyes practically spitting fire. He whirled around, his gaze piercing through the wall, landing squarely on the door downstairs—the spot where Ian was now standing, frozen in place. There was no way around it; Ian truly possessed superhuman hearing; he could even hear someone urinating dozens of kilometers away.

"I'm just a child!"

Ian's heart skipped a beat as he realized that the invincible spirit he had just built had shattered once again. He turned to run away, but the door remained unmoved, as if it had been welded shut.

"That's not fair!"

Ian slapped it hard.

Unlocking is ineffective.

The physical disassembly also failed.

It was as if some mysterious force had sealed him inside this small space. And just as Ian was panicking and desperately discovering that even the sewers were sealed off.

"Oh, by the way, Jonathan, did you know that thing in the kitchen called a gas stove can be moved to the bed? I heard that African weaver birds collect shiny things when they're courting."

"Oh, Mom, why is my new friend Louise taking so long to buy groceries? I'll go check at the door!" Charlotte upstairs started yelling.

The woman was on the stairs leading to the corridor. Ian was terrified and almost jumped onto the ceiling. As he looked around, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard.

The super brain is operating at breakneck speed.

The living room sofa seemed to have become the last refuge.

"There it is!"

Ian slid in, thinking there was enough space to hide him, but his sliding foot seemed to have kicked something soft.

Ian looked closely.

Smoke immediately billowed from all seven orifices!

"Damn it! Ian! There's someone here!" Lucifer pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his face, and then furtively raised his camera.

Perhaps Ian's brain is already a god-level brain, and it has chosen a hiding place that even the second greatest god in the universe would choose. However, Ian is not happy about realizing this yet.

"You... how did you get here!" Ian looked at Lucifer's curled-up, twisted posture and quickly distanced himself from Lucifer, hiding on the right side of the sofa.

"Gather evidence!"

Lucifer's eyes lit up. "I'm going to film God pretending to be human! Look at his hypocritical face! He was actually the first person in the world to lie!"

He was still Lucifer, who hated God to the core.

"..."

Ian remained silent. He listened to Lucifer's rambling on, revealing God's "sins," while in the living room, "Jonathan" was still forcing a smile as he served food to the Goddess of Creation.

How could God not know what was hidden under the sofa?

But what could he do?

He could only distract himself by picking food out of his mouth and praising his ex-wife. However, Charlotte kept glancing at the stairs, as if she wanted to go up and "mark" them again.

"I've prepared three trillion wedding dresses, I can play with Ian until the universe heats to death..." The Goddess of Creation was still bragging to God's face, but God's forced smile probably wouldn't last much longer.

"???????"

Ian curled up under the sofa, huddled together with Lucifer, listening to the absurd conversation above him, and smelling the mixture of dust and the expensive cologne on Lucifer's teeth-gritting body.

He suddenly realized.

"No, Lucifer, your mother wants to sleep with me, how can you still be here taking pictures? Mr. Dark Web, right?" Ian's feelings were extremely complicated at this moment.

He finally understood that mental illness was also something created by God's family. Outside, the creator of the old farm was still working hard.

"Charlotte, what kind of music do you like to listen to?" The hacked "Jonathan" gave a perfect, almost fake smile, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he asked the obvious question.

Classical music? Jazz? Or...?

Charlotte Richards, who was bending over the liquor cabinet rummaging through glasses, answered without turning her head, "I like the sound of my heart racing—like the sound of little Ian being chased by me—"

She seemed to talk about Ian constantly, which made Ian increasingly terrified.

And at this time.

boom--! ! !

A deafening explosion suddenly came from outside.

The earth trembled violently, glass rattled, and even the foundations groaned. It was no ordinary bomb, but a devastating energy burst capable of tearing apart continents and evaporating oceans.

of course.

It has only just begun to erupt.

Just as the explosion's epicenter was about to spread, "Jonathan"—no, God in Jonathan's body—frowned slightly and looked out the window.

While Charlotte Richards wasn't looking, he quietly raised his right hand under the table and gently pressed it towards the window—no light, no sound, no shockwave.

The explosion, powerful enough to destroy an entire planet, was like a flame caught in the grasp of an invisible giant hand, suddenly collapsing inward, turning into a twisted mass of darkness, and then vanishing into nothingness, as if it had never happened.

Everything returned to calm.

"what happened?"

Charlotte finally straightened up, holding two wine glasses in her hands, looking completely bewildered.

"nothing,"

The God-like Jonathan calmly adjusted his cuffs.

"It's probably the neighbor's kid playing with firecrackers."

He made a casual joke.

Perhaps only Ian was staring wide-eyed in the entire house.

"What was that just now?!" Ian, feeling the terrifying cosmic-level energy fluctuations, was so frightened he almost bit his tongue. He lowered his voice and asked Lucifer.

The all-knowing Lucifer did not turn around and continued his "Mom and Dad's Spying Record".

"Someone is trying to steal Genesis."

"Hmm, it's that old man's inspiration recording device from when he was a writer. It's not important. Do you think the love potion I'll add to the food later will work?"

“I think it should be useful. They’ve all bound themselves to mortal bodies, which is their biggest weakness.” Lucifer asked himself, continuing to indulge in taking photos.

Few people know this.

In the eyes of any parent.

He's an even bigger brat than Ian.

“Oh, right, the following scene is not suitable for children, you can’t watch it.” Lucifer said, and then wiped Ian’s eyelids, and a black eye patch appeared on Ian’s face.

"??????"